tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44005225757748718642018-03-06T05:51:48.547-06:00Rantings of a Raving Normal GuyJediZombie
That's my handle. If you really want to know about me, post a comment on a blog and ask me a question. I'll probably answer it. I call myself RIBGWNBTD this stands for Random Internet Blogger Guy With Nothing Better To Do.Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-50864189387038677542014-01-05T03:53:00.005-06:002014-01-05T03:54:16.733-06:00Dead MoonAs you read this, keep in mind that this is my VERY rough first draft, an ALPHA version if you will. &nbsp;There are lots of ideas rattling around in my head for this and I will work on it a little from time to time and once I have a full chapter, I will have it edited by someone much better than I. &nbsp;That being said, I want you to read it, give me your opinions, even your ideas on where to take it.<br /><br /><br />DEAD MOON<br /><br />By: Lucas Murray<br /><br />“Zombies and Werewolves!?” Tom was mocking me. “That will never work! What in the world<br /><br />Tom was good guy, mid forties, a little extra around the waist and average height but he was a<br /><br />great family man and had a couple wonderful boys. He didn’t think that I could write a book at all, let<br /><br />alone one about zombies and werewolves.<br /><br />“I am telling you, it can work man! I know the zombie genre is pretty saturated but there hasn’t<br /><br />been a decent werewolf flick forever!” I was trying my hardest to convince him that this idea was<br /><br />worth it. I am an aspiring writer but a Network Technician to pay the bills. Tom was a friend of mine,<br /><br />we had met through a mutual friend and a love of renaissance festivals and video gaming a few years<br /><br />Tom made a career change a couple years ago, he went from being a teacher for more than 20<br /><br />years to being a self employed insurance agent for one of the big companies. He had a lot of financial<br /><br />trouble when he started his business but has since then enjoyed a nice amount of success. I was trying<br /><br />to get him to back my novel idea and was doing my best to not let on how much I had already started or<br /><br />“Look, Luke, I have read some of your work. You’re an excellent writer, but you never finish<br /><br />anything. You start all these projects and get people so very excited but then you fizzle out before you<br /><br />He was right, of course. I have started about 3 novels and they still sit in my documents folder on my<br /><br />computer. Fanfiction.net is full of people that are asking me to finish my Eureke/Warehouse 13 story.<br /><br />What Tom didn’t know was that I recently had an experience that made me more than certain this was<br /><br />“Alright Tom, I understand. How about this though. If I can get you 200 pages by the end of the<br /><br />month, will you loan me the $3000 then?” I was doing my absolute best not to literally beg him.<br /><br />“I’ll tell you what, you get me 200 pages by the 1st<br /><br />I decided to drop it there, I was certain I could write the pages, hell I already had 50 pages and plenty<br /><br />of ideas to keep me going for another month or two. I didn’t actually need the money for the book<br /><br />though; self publishing is quite easy and cheap and I have already done the research on that. I needed<br /><br />About 6 months ago I had to get new health insurance for my family and I. My wife and son had<br /><br />no problems getting insurance but me, being 5’5” and 250 pounds, I was denied. I had to lose 30<br /><br />pounds and the faster the better. I joined a martial arts class to try to have some fun while working out.<br /><br />The class takes place in a dojo on the edge of town, and even though we live in the Houston<br /><br />area, our town is pretty far away from it, close to a nature preserve. After my first class I walked across<br /><br />the parking lot and into the wooded area that lies behind the dojo. I wanted to have a smoke and was<br /><br />still embarrassed with myself that I started smoking after 2 years of not touching them. I said good<br /><br />night to my classmates and told them I wanted to jog a little and burn off the excitement I had from my<br /><br />class. I hadn’t gotten very far in when I stopped and picked a stump to sit on while I enjoyed a secret<br /><br />Even though I told my friends that I wanted to jog, the truth was that my legs and arms were<br /><br />killing me. I usually sit on my ass and play video games or troubleshoot computer networks. My<br /><br />excersize usually consists of chasing my two year old around the house. The pain was pretty bad, so<br /><br />much so that when I heard a scream coming from further into the dark woods, I almost didn’t go check<br /><br />The scream was chilling, the kind of scream you expect to hear a teenage girl give out in a horror<br /><br />movie. I looked around and there were no cars in the parking lot of the dojo except my own SUV and at<br /><br />this late of an hour, no one on the nearby road. I walked about 100 feet into the woods and heard a soft<br /><br />whimpering that instantly reminded me of the noise my son makes when is lying in bed and trying to get<br /><br />our attention. The sound kicked my dad mode into gear and I put on a burst of speed to find out what it<br /><br />was. I was crashing loudly through the brush and coming up on a downed tree that I was trying to<br /><br />decide whether to jump over or go around when I saw slight movement to the left of the tree.<br /><br />“Anyone there?” As I asked this question, I became suddenly aware of how alone and scary it<br /><br />was out here. The air seemed to drop 15 degrees as I approached the… whatever it was… moving by the<br /><br />“STOP!” An angry feminine voice rang out from the figure on the ground. “Stay there, it’s not<br /><br />“It’s ok, I am here to help. If the tree on you? I can get you out of there.” I started moving<br /><br />faster towards the woman. “Should I call you an ambulance?” I reached for my pocket but I had left my<br /><br />phone in the truck since there had been no need to take it to class.<br /><br />“NO, I SAID STOP! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” She sounded even more distressed.<br /><br />It was too dark to see her very well, but I could tell that she was leaned up against the tree. It didn’t<br /><br />look like she was stuck but something was obviously wrong. “Ma’am I am going to go get my phone and<br /><br />my flashlight from my car. I will be right back, do you need anything else?”<br /><br />“I need…nee…nee…” Her voice dropped 3 octaves while she stuttered a reply. I decided it<br /><br />would be a better idea to check her out first before getting my phone so I jumped over the tree but<br /><br />landed on my leg too hard. With the combined stress of the recent workout and hard landing I gave a<br /><br />little yelp of pain. The woman on the ground screamed again which made me freeze in place. The<br /><br />scream was chilly when I was far away but being this close to her, it made my skin crawl.<br /><br />“Ma’am, please I need to help you out of here, let’s see if we can make it back to my car.” At<br /><br />this point, I was pleading with her, trying to sound pathetic to muster up some sympathy. Not that<br /><br />pathetic was difficult with my leg now thumping with pain.<br /><br />The woman jumped up, looked at me and then looked back further into the woods and ran off<br /><br />with a speed I knew I could not match, even if I not just hurt my leg. So I just stood there, in awe of the<br /><br />amount of speed she was able to command, when it seemed that she was hurt worse than me.<br /><br />The pain in my leg was getting worse and it was too dark for me to see it very well, I hoped that<br /><br />I only pulled a muscle but feared that I may have torn something. With the night getting colder and my<br /><br />leg getting worse, I started making my way back to my truck. There was no way I was going to be able to<br /><br />go back over that tree so I had to walk around it.Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-61023849183168062402013-05-20T13:22:00.002-05:002013-05-20T13:55:47.200-05:00I am the reason we can't have nice thingsI have a story that I never told you. &nbsp;I really think that Robin should tell it, but since this is my blog and not hers...<br /><br />We don't own a proper Crock Pot and I am the Reason.<br /><br />When we got married, we went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and registered much like any couple. &nbsp;One of the things that we both wanted was a crock pot, so naturally we put one on the registry.<br /><br />Our friends are family are great and at our wedding we&nbsp;received&nbsp; Crock Pots. &nbsp;We returned one right away and decided to keep the extra, just in case we had a need for it. &nbsp;We are apparently the type of people that believe having an extra useless appliance is a good thing.<br /><br />Skip ahead a couple months, we have not yet used our Crock Pot and I am hanging out in the garage with a friend. &nbsp; Him and I notice that there is a Crock Pot sitting on a shelf that is still in the box. &nbsp;He mentions to me his fiance and he were recently discussing getting just that very thing. &nbsp;I of course begin to&nbsp;regal him of storys of chili and pot roast and all manner of Crock Potty things. &nbsp;None of which, mind you, we have had yet, even with multiple Crock Pots in the house.<br /><br />Here is where things go tits-up. &nbsp;You see, if you know me, you know that I do anything for my friends. &nbsp;It is a fault that I have. &nbsp;No your not going to change me, yes I get burned and hurt a lot and yes I know hardly anyone does nice things. &nbsp;Can I finish my story please?<br /><br />I offer to my friend (we'll call him Joe) the very Crock Pot that is sitting in the garage because my thinking is this, "why would we really need an unopened appliance just collecting dust." &nbsp;Joe accepts this with &nbsp;a smile, he puts it in his truck and the two of us finish our drinks, then we have another; and another and another, and, well you get the point..<br /><br />While I am sitting the garage drinking away the last 7 brain cells that still cling to my grey matter, Robin is in the house, woefully unaware that I just gave away this Crock Pot.<br /><br />You see, Robin and I had previously spoken about giving a Crock Pot away to someone, we had come to the realization that we were not in fact going to use it. &nbsp;Little did I know (scratch that, I was told, I just didn't remember) that the Crock Pot in the garage was the one for us. &nbsp;One had been returned and the other we gave away as a gift to her mother.<br /><br />Joe goes home, I go to sleep feeling both happy that I helped a friend and wobbly from the alcohol.<br /><br />In the morning Robin wakes and&nbsp;proceeds&nbsp;to have a fantastic morning. &nbsp;When I finally&nbsp;arise&nbsp;from my drinking induced mini-coma I get around to talking to my lovely wife and telling her about all the fun I had the previous night.<br /><br />Leave it to me not leave out extolling my virtuous selflessness and tell Robin about the wonderful gift that we gave to my dear friend "Joe".<br /><br />Robin: "You gave him the Crock Pot that was in the garage?"<br />Me: "Yeah, he was very grateful. &nbsp;It was serendipitous that we had an extra!"<br /><br />Robin: "That wasn't an extra, that was ours! &nbsp;We gave the extra one to my mom!"<br /><br />The look on Robin's face could have decapitated a small mammal. &nbsp;I instantly felt bad, I knew she was not done giving me grief about my little faux-pa. &nbsp;I wanted to cry, to show her that I was heartbroken over the idiotic thing I had perpetrated. &nbsp;Alas, it was not to be, the alcohol that was still in my system had dehydrated me and left a gift of a headache that would make a battle-hardened Marine want his mommy.<br /><br />Robin sat silent for a moment, awaiting my reply. &nbsp;Al I could muster was a tiny, pathetic, "I'm sorry, I didn't know." &nbsp;She took her time here, knowing full well that I knew my end was near. &nbsp;She savored every second of my stunned silence; drank it up like a lioness that has just won a battle with a male lion for dominance over the pack. &nbsp;Finally, the very second before my heart exploded out of chest she replied,<br /><br />"If you listened to me more, you would have remembered that we kept that on in the garage for us!"<br /><br /><br />I am going to stop my story here for a moment, I want you all to look up the price of a Crock Pot, go to Amazon or Wal-Mart or Target. &nbsp;Even you splurged you are not going to spend more than $50 dollars and in most cases you can get a basic model for around $20.<br /><br />Robin continued with "Now you are just going to have to call him and ask for it back!"<br /><br />"I can't do that, hun. &nbsp;I gave it to him as a gift. &nbsp;I'll look like a dumb-ass." &nbsp;As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I had given her everything she needed.<br /><br />My loving, caring, beautiful and adoring wife replied with "Well if you look like one and act one, then I guess you know what that means."<br /><br />I never did get that Crock Pot back. &nbsp;Thankfully a close friend of ours had a spare and we replaced the new Crock Pot with a used one. &nbsp;Ask me someday when she finally used it, and be sure to ask what happened to the lid of that one, it's probably a story for a whole new blog post.Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-36725083604034704792013-05-20T13:05:00.001-05:002013-05-20T13:05:41.685-05:00Terror of the Lids<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Yes, the rewards are high, but it's a game where the price of defeat is savage. Sometimes Robin, after grunting with it herself for a collection of 'hnggh's, will hand me a bottle or a jar that has a screw top along with an impatient, "Open that for me."</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">&nbsp;If the gods lie content in the skies above Texas at that moment, then what follows is a rapid flick of my wrist, a delightful 'click-fshhhh' gasp of surrender, and my handing the thing back to her FEELING LIKE A HERO OF NORSE LEGEND.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Generally, though, what happens is that I strain for a while and strip the skin off the palm of my hands. Then I wrap the lid in a kitchen towel and strain some more to equal effect. At this point I'm on to using the jamb of the door as a vice to hold the lid while I twist at the container; Robin will be saying, "Give it back here, you'll break the door," and I'll be swearing and twisting and saying, 'I'll repaint that bit in a minute."&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The fear is upon me now. If it's a fizzy thing, you can sometimes puncture the lid to relieve the pressure and then get it open, but you're not often that lucky. "Give it back," Robin repeats, reaching around me, trying to take the item from my hands.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I swivel away - "Just a minute" - and desperately twist at the lid again, now not even attempting not to squint up my face as I do so. At last, though, Robin will manage to get the thing back. This is the darkest moment. If she tries again and it remains fastened, then I am saved. "It's just completely stuck," I'll say, "It is. Stop trying now. Stop. Stop it."</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">However, there are times - and my stomach chills now, even as I write this - when she gets it back and, with one last satanic effort, manages to spin the lid free. A slight smile takes up home on her face.</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"What?" I say.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Nothing."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"No - what?"</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Nothing."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I'd loosened it."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I didn't say anything."</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And I'll have to drag the tiny, damp shreds of my manhood away into the garage until the slight, slight smile disappears from her face some thirty-six hours into the future.</span>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-73391516042338558562012-04-23T21:18:00.000-05:002012-04-23T21:18:03.788-05:00I Love My Wife<span style="font-size: medium;">I love my wife.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As she left the house, she'd noticed that I was playing a game. If Robin is leaving the house and, as she's doing so, she sees me playing a video game, she&nbsp;<i>will</i>&nbsp;give me some sort of chore&nbsp;- there's no way she can stop herself: it's Pavlovian.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />This time it was "Vacuum the rug." Which was followed by the clunk of the front door, the soft rumble of the van pulling away from the house and then nothing but a silence in which I sat, pensive.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />I glanced around. OK, the rug wasn't&nbsp;<i>immaculate</i>, that was certainly true. It was hardly in such a condition as to demand a vacuuming, though. There's a clear point at which a rug or carpet is ready for vacuuming, in my opinion, and that point is "when it's crunchy". Even then, it's not what you'd call vital. In lots of the places I've lived, especially as a&nbsp;bachelor, I never had a vacuum at all. Sometimes, yes, walking across the living room required heavy boots - but no one ever died or anything. I looked at the rug once more.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />A few hours later, Robin returns.<br />After unloading the seventy-five child bags and the child from the van, she hunts me down; finding me, by a fluke, playing a video game (really her detective skills are amazing).</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />"Did you vacuum?" she asks, her tone swaying unsurely between conversational and murderous.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What do you think?" (Cleverly, here, I'm indignant yet inscrutable - only my disdain for the question is clear; I provide no clue at all of the answer to it.)</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Robin: "Have you or not?"</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Me: "Well, what does it look like?"</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Robin: "Just tell me whether you've vacuumed."<br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Me: "That's not the point."</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Robin: "What? It's&nbsp;<i>completely</i>&nbsp;the point."<br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Me: "No, it isn't. You thought the rug needed</span><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;vacuuming. If you think it looks fine now, then you're happy, right? Whether I've vacuumed or not."</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Robin: "And what if I&nbsp;<i>don't</i>&nbsp;think it looks OK?" She pauses for a moment, I know at this moment that I have her.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Me: "If I've vacuumed, and you still think it doesn't look vacuumed... then there's no point my vacuuming ever again, is there?"</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />There's a degree of glaring that goes on here, but I hold my nerve and continue.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Me: "The only other possibility, as far as I can see, is that you simply can't tell whether I've vacuumed or not. And, if you can't tell, then it doesn't matter - in any real sense - whether I've&nbsp;<i>done</i>&nbsp;it or not, does it?"</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;I've one more card to play, but it's a great one.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Me: "That is, not unless the thing that concerns you isn't whether the rug has been vacuumed, but only whether I've been sitting here enjoying myself all this time rather than running around with the vacuum. But I'm&nbsp;<i>sure</i>&nbsp;that's not it. I mean, you'd be happy for me to sit here for as long as I want, wouldn't you, if there's no need for me not to? It's about the cleaning, not about my sitting here, right?"</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Robin just stares at me.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />I am triumphant. A heavenly choir sings.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Cherubs encircle my head, scattering petals of the most beautiful flowers man has ever seen.</span><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;Shafts of light fan out from behind me framing my god-like body in a glow that defies the color spectrum. It's an intoxicating three seconds.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Robin: "Change Logan's diaper"</span></span>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-33582169336779077522012-01-25T17:26:00.000-06:002012-01-25T17:26:41.563-06:00Another contest!!I am having another contest! &nbsp;This one is a bit strange though, did you ever read Calvin and Hobbes? &nbsp;Know of Calvin ball?<br /><br />Well here's your chance to make this contest up as we go.<br /><br />Post what your idea for a contest is, what should we do, how will get readers to my blog? &nbsp;What should I give away? (Remember I am poor)Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-38789964810145934292012-01-14T14:12:00.001-06:002012-06-04T22:13:22.037-05:00Woe is me (Seriously I am just venting, you can ignore this one)I don't post much on here, for a few reasons. &nbsp;First, I use Google+ more often and want people to use it, because I think it is an excellent platform. &nbsp;Second, and perhaps the most important;<br /><br />I like to post light-hearted and fun things, they are more fun to read, easier to digest and don't make me sound like a whiny little bitch. &nbsp;Lately I have not been in a light-hearted mood. &nbsp;I am angry almost all of the time. &nbsp;Not when i am hanging out with my son mind you or when I am playing my game(s), &nbsp;However most of the other times I am angry.<br /><br />Why am I angry you ask? &nbsp;(I know you were asking)<br /><br />Same reasons everyone else is. &nbsp;Work, money, house, people not listening to me. &nbsp;You know the usual.<br /><br />I don't post about these things because they are (to others) just trivial non-important things. &nbsp;However to me, they are beginning to define my life. &nbsp;I have always been such a happy person, get along with everyone, go out of my way to entertain and help others. &nbsp;I can't do it anymore. &nbsp;Not because I don't want to or because I can't, but because I honestly don't feel appreciated.<br /><br />You can take that last statement as you want, some people will think it pertains to them, others will think it pertains to work. &nbsp;Still others may surmise that I am talking about multiple people and or things. &nbsp;As I said, I am not going to explain it here, there is no need. &nbsp;The need and reason for making this post is to vent my feelings. &nbsp;I have sufficiently done that.<br /><br />You may also think that I am just whining and I need to shut my mouth and get on with my life. &nbsp;That's okay too, although I think I am&nbsp;severely&nbsp;over-estimating the amount of readers that I have. <br /><br />I can't promise you anything, and I won't. &nbsp;I will however say that I miss being the fun guy, the funny guy, the "Hey, what is Luke up to?" guy. &nbsp;I will try to get back to that, but there is nothing left that I can do. &nbsp;I have given all I can give and there are people who think &nbsp;it isn't enough, that I need to give more. &nbsp;Well those people are probably going to end up killing me.<br /><br />If that happens, remember that I love you. &nbsp; Yeah you, everyone, I always have and always will. &nbsp;And the people who are killing me, I am going to love them, even as the knife enters my chest...Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-77628376868774637612011-12-13T22:15:00.000-06:002011-12-13T22:15:18.860-06:00Sharing Smiley360 Mission<a href="http://smiley360.com/320303.cfm#.Tugi05LHbtI.blogger">Sharing Smiley360 Mission</a>: I just became a Smiley360 member! Sign-up for free at http://bit.ly/t2l66W and you could win an iPad 2. *Please remember the FTC requires you to mention that you received a free sample courtesy of Smiley360 when sharing.Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-36320556226478926252011-09-12T16:30:00.000-05:002011-09-12T16:30:39.188-05:00Contest WinnerI am very sorry that it took me so long to post the winner, but don't worry, I have already discussed his winning with him. &nbsp;Mike Rod(really want to leave your name here)riguez, you have wont he prize!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>COME ON DOWN!</b></span>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-69246529504698488112011-06-30T07:17:00.000-05:002011-06-30T07:17:05.978-05:00June 30th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC0SrJ1XiJQ/TgxpD8zUhHI/AAAAAAAAiOg/4P__D1GUzEA/s1600/Patrick+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC0SrJ1XiJQ/TgxpD8zUhHI/AAAAAAAAiOg/4P__D1GUzEA/s320/Patrick+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is the final day of the contest! &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Get your caption posted!</div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-32125720620524463102011-06-29T07:32:00.001-05:002011-06-30T07:14:06.099-05:00June 29th (30 Days of Pics)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv625ZZdw24/TgqrQbZKKMI/AAAAAAAAiOM/8D7pAzTTvQc/s1600/YTeamBDay+%252705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv625ZZdw24/TgqrQbZKKMI/AAAAAAAAiOM/8D7pAzTTvQc/s400/YTeamBDay+%252705.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">road trip to new York was a success, finally they tied the knot!</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been told that the last few pictures weren't up to par, but to be honest they would be awesome if the captions were good. &nbsp;So get to work. &nbsp;Check out the&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">rules</a>&nbsp;if you need to, and stay tuned because I have some good ones coming for the last 2 days!<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner is Andrew!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-51922091142504204492011-06-28T06:21:00.001-05:002011-06-29T07:31:47.749-05:00June 28th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMhTggxGBo0/Tgk8Lkulq4I/AAAAAAAAiOI/bpcrsIBUWjo/s1600/PC310392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMhTggxGBo0/Tgk8Lkulq4I/AAAAAAAAiOI/bpcrsIBUWjo/s400/PC310392.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He is attempting to signal the barkeeper for another beer but forgot to grab his balls and got a wine cooler</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On your mark, get set...CAPTION!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are the&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">rules</a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner - Kristi</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-37868482495171209422011-06-27T06:33:00.001-05:002011-06-28T06:23:18.923-05:00June 27th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0SwMmdjJC4/TghqO7yuoOI/AAAAAAAAiNg/qW-9x6y-vFQ/s1600/IMG_4958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0SwMmdjJC4/TghqO7yuoOI/AAAAAAAAiNg/qW-9x6y-vFQ/s400/IMG_4958.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do, but if you break my heart you'll find a sword inside of you!</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The brothel made millions when they started selling swords!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Guess what guys, it is caption time again! &nbsp;Check out the&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">rules</a>&nbsp;if you feel need don't know them<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Mike Wins!!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-7072528943725500932011-06-26T09:07:00.003-05:002011-06-27T06:28:29.923-05:00June 26th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkT59AuoVHg/Tgc81iyk1oI/AAAAAAAAiNY/RyoZvBV9R7g/s1600/IMG_5273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkT59AuoVHg/Tgc81iyk1oI/AAAAAAAAiNY/RyoZvBV9R7g/s400/IMG_5273.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.coming out in the fall " The King and I.. are homies</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Burger King took a bad trip to Tijuana</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Make a better caption, I know you have it in you. &nbsp;Check&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">this out</a>&nbsp;and you can win some money!<br /><br />Winner is Kristi!!</div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-73196297999191916142011-06-25T09:31:00.001-05:002011-06-26T09:01:31.372-05:00June 25th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esYb9GXZ4Aw/TgXw3RauxrI/AAAAAAAAiNU/M4SqMdTb1LM/s1600/J+and+the+Fam+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esYb9GXZ4Aw/TgXw3RauxrI/AAAAAAAAiNU/M4SqMdTb1LM/s400/J+and+the+Fam+%252812%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">James was trying out for Jackass but it was against his religion to put baby Jesus up his butt.</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ladies and Gentlemen, baby Jesus!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O.K. that's a bad caption, that's why I want you to make it better, insert your best caption in the comment for a chance to win some money, check the&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">rules</a>&nbsp;if you need to and have fun!<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner - Mom</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-2641487420809350362011-06-24T10:03:00.001-05:002011-06-25T09:32:39.526-05:00June 24th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwDK-BXkXVc/TgSm1AwOVBI/AAAAAAAAiNQ/_gBFAAZTPjE/s1600/Derril+and+Captian+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PwDK-BXkXVc/TgSm1AwOVBI/AAAAAAAAiNQ/_gBFAAZTPjE/s320/Derril+and+Captian+%25283%2529.JPG" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Doggy style, you're doing it wrong.</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">His faithful steed only wanted a treat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is today's picture, comment, caption, belittle, do what you do best guys, also here are the&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">rules</a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner is Mike!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-28050377023963060922011-06-23T08:21:00.003-05:002011-06-24T09:59:59.548-05:00June 23rd (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fG_ZRFkBOHM/TgM9COPg5CI/AAAAAAAAiEY/ebfOjt0n1ug/s1600/IMG_3997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fG_ZRFkBOHM/TgM9COPg5CI/AAAAAAAAiEY/ebfOjt0n1ug/s640/IMG_3997.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hide and seek champion, you'll never find him.</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sadly he didn't know that he did not meet the height requirement.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know the&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">rules</a>&nbsp;get your caption in, there is still a chance for anyone to win!<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner - Mike!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-13321817925096934232011-06-22T14:46:00.001-05:002011-06-23T07:59:33.674-05:00June 22nd (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jcx1mZG5B-E/TgJGORMVW8I/AAAAAAAAiEU/0uveqqptkT0/s1600/OB+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jcx1mZG5B-E/TgJGORMVW8I/AAAAAAAAiEU/0uveqqptkT0/s320/OB+%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">behind the music: Pippi Long Stocking</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Those world's first albino rasta!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do I need to tell &nbsp;you guys what to do?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Caption Contest, money,&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">Rules</a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner - Andrew!!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-68797535209388319082011-06-21T07:39:00.001-05:002011-06-22T08:38:30.050-05:00June 21st (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KXgMGm-YsE/TgCQqWbQ9zI/AAAAAAAAiDs/rrRfsoQk6HE/s1600/2011-05-24_13-49-26_487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KXgMGm-YsE/TgCQqWbQ9zI/AAAAAAAAiDs/rrRfsoQk6HE/s400/2011-05-24_13-49-26_487.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Doorknob safety training was mandatory after a rash of freak accidents.</b></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How many does it take?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Picture, Caption, Money. &nbsp;If you don't know look&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">here</a>&nbsp;and join in on the fun<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner - TREY!!!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-26857526294959693932011-06-20T07:02:00.001-05:002011-06-21T07:35:03.612-05:00June 20th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOs5kiGuSI8/Tf82pK398UI/AAAAAAAAiDg/pSw-4FsAEcs/s1600/Bill.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOs5kiGuSI8/Tf82pK398UI/AAAAAAAAiDg/pSw-4FsAEcs/s320/Bill.JPG" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You might be a redneck if....</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These toddlers are getting HUGE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you do better? &nbsp;Prove it! &nbsp;Head on over&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">here</a>&nbsp;to read the rules, then post your caption and win some money!!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Winner - Robin</b></span></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-91155253052095169732011-06-19T09:28:00.003-05:002011-06-20T06:59:47.771-05:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhxDbDovVAA/Tf4Hc0BMb3I/AAAAAAAAiDc/n-0DpyIxvbs/s1600/ballerinadad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dhxDbDovVAA/Tf4Hc0BMb3I/AAAAAAAAiDc/n-0DpyIxvbs/s320/ballerinadad.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tragedy at the opening night of Russian ballet when three dancers were crushed.</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Special pic today in honor of Father's Day!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Get to making with the captions people!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">the rules</a>&nbsp;if you need to!<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner Trey!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-30822968565674156482011-06-18T07:55:00.001-05:002011-06-19T09:26:43.000-05:00June 18th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVeP1Py6t3M/TfygAuoZLTI/AAAAAAAAiDU/U2LySPuj6qE/s1600/St.+Pat%2527s%252707+Ewwww%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HVeP1Py6t3M/TfygAuoZLTI/AAAAAAAAiDU/U2LySPuj6qE/s320/St.+Pat%2527s%252707+Ewwww%2521.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was lucky that someone just happened to be there with a camera at the moment that Andrew first realized that he had finally hit puberty.</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Al Bundy, the early years!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know the drill guys, beat my caption, win some money!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Check out&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">the rules</a>&nbsp;if you feel you must!<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner - James</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-3986537455338147462011-06-17T07:01:00.001-05:002011-06-18T07:52:06.221-05:00June 17th (30Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pi3EKYhslU/TftB1gRrCwI/AAAAAAAAiDM/Jw-TMQOOJ0g/s1600/253769_1864526572084_1208595353_31705232_7204730_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pi3EKYhslU/TftB1gRrCwI/AAAAAAAAiDM/Jw-TMQOOJ0g/s320/253769_1864526572084_1208595353_31705232_7204730_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You too can look this cool for $49.95! Ask me how!</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I Think there is something in her eye</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today's picture comes from Katie in Kansas! &nbsp;Thanks for the pic, now get to making good on the caption people!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you need it, here are&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">The Rules</a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner is James!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-51215595594122291162011-06-16T07:55:00.002-05:002011-06-17T06:59:27.325-05:00June 16th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vhNlDUXWrNI/Tfn81idprtI/AAAAAAAAiDI/QjxvbiCW3ss/s1600/Luke+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vhNlDUXWrNI/Tfn81idprtI/AAAAAAAAiDI/QjxvbiCW3ss/s400/Luke+02.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">no wonder he ran into the sword with the slips of paper with x's over his eyes...</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have heard of the Sword in the Stone, but this is ridiculous!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Think you can make a better caption? &nbsp;Prove it, post yours in the comments!</div><div style="text-align: center;">You could win some money! &nbsp;Check&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">This Out</a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">WINNER - ANDREW!!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-86066952283498002432011-06-15T08:03:00.003-05:002011-06-16T07:52:35.745-05:00June 15th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ElcnqON628/TfitYYcrUWI/AAAAAAAAh7g/-WQrfMAOAG4/s1600/Andrew+%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ElcnqON628/TfitYYcrUWI/AAAAAAAAh7g/-WQrfMAOAG4/s320/Andrew+%252814%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Even Clark Kent is too lazy to walk from the couch to the kitchen to grab another beer.</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's...just some dude with a cup.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Think you can come up with a better caption? &nbsp;Do it, post your caption in the comments and win some dough!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">The Rules</a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Winner - PaperBackGoddess</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400522575774871864.post-34696377170017398742011-06-14T07:16:00.001-05:002011-06-15T08:00:48.967-05:00June 14th (30 Days of Pics) Caption Contest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ah9TqyO5BmI/TfdQklC4C9I/AAAAAAAAh6U/v5DM4J3MbfY/s1600/Nina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ah9TqyO5BmI/TfdQklC4C9I/AAAAAAAAh6U/v5DM4J3MbfY/s320/Nina.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was so tragic when the controller got caught on her nipple ring.... but she beat the main boss!!</span></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vibrating Controllers are her favorite ever invention!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Got a better caption than that? &nbsp;Proove it, post it in the comments for a chance at $20.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Check&nbsp;<a href="http://jedizombie.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-days-in-pics-or-he-was-so-bored-he.html">The Rules</a>&nbsp;if you feel you must<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Today's Winner - Robin!!</span></b></div>Lucas Murrayhttps://plus.google.com/115129859136027929513noreply@blogger.com10